Fairer through Fading—as the Day, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Fairer through Fading—as the Day

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Fairer through Fading—as the Day

Into the Darkness dips away—

Half Her Complexion of the Sun—

Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—

Rall ies Her Glow, like a dying Friend—

Teasing with glittering Amend—

Only to aggravate the Dark

Through an expiring—perfect—look—

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